Reminds me of my uncle Fred back in WV. He is the stereotypical hillbilly who lives way back in the woods in a house he built himself from wood he cut himself from his land, hunts when he needs food and doesn't worry about hunting seasons and laws, grows all his own food and when he needs some money he will cut some trees and sell some wood. County had a shooting contest, people came from all round, country and city folk, some professional shooters who drive around the country to contests like that. Everyone talked fred into going to the competition even though he had never competed in anything before. He reluctantly agreed drove the old rusty scout a few hours to the town where it was held with an old worn out hunting rifle, took first place and drove home bored because the professional shooters were so easy to beat. It goes to show the best rifle is not the newest, most expensive one you can get it is the one you use and are familiar with.